are doing what they like with me. I have no control over
them. Oh, dear, they are at it again."

Chivey, undeterred by his recent castigation, thought he would repeat
the trick, so, when Mole came up, he, by a dexterous jerk, turned him
round as on a pivot.

He was thus stopped in his forward course, but this didn't check the
action of his clockwork legs, which now scudded along as swiftly as
before, into the very heart of the yelling crowd.

The result was rather bad for the Turks; they went down like a lot of
ninepins before Mole's railway-like progression.

"A mad Christian," they cried; "he is possessed with a devil; down with
him."

The perspiration streamed from Mole's face; he felt that if the
spring-work in his new cork legs did not stop, he should die.

At this moment a body of women approached, closely veiled.

Their _yashmaks_ obscured all but their eyes, which could be seen to
open wide in wonder at the extraordinary behaviour of the red-faced
giaour.

Two of the younger and slender ones fell with piercing screams before
Mole's impetuous charge.

A third, a stout woman of middle age, stood her ground, and Mole,
before he could stop himself, rushed into her arms, and floored her.

The scream she gave surpassed in loudness that of all the others put
together; and brought up several ferocious-looking Turks, bent on
condignly punishing the outrageous conduct of the mad Englishman.

"Death to the giaour; down with him!" roared the excited crowd.

What fate he would have suffered we dread to think, but he found an
unexpected deliverer in the person of the old white-bearded Turk, whose
corns he had trodden on.

"Defile not your hands with the blood of the unbeliever," he said; "but
take him before the cadi to answer his conduct."

"To the cadi, to the cadi!" was now the cry.

"Hear me," said Mole, astonishing himself by his proficiency in
Turkish; "I am not to blame, but at all events, take up those two other
Englishmen who assaulted me."

He pointed to Murray and Chivey, who had by this time got into a dense
crowd of Turks, whom they were elbowing in an angry manner.

"Take all the infidels before the cadi," cried the Turks.

Herbert Murray and Chivey were accordingly seized, and the whole three
borne off to one doom.

The cadi was seated in his divan, administering justice, as was his
custom, in the open air.

His style of doing so was summary, but vigorous.

"Let the giaour, who has u